This is a day we've been waiting for. I am sad for IS's sons - I hope they had learned to prepare for this dreadful news that he was even capable of murdering their mother. And I wish Diane's death and murder, could have prevented Helen's and Boris murder.
I have been absent from the WS forum - but thought of you all in the days I always think of Helen and Boris. Of course, time of her dying and her Birthday has been special time when I thought of all your brilliant sleuthing and caring of Helen. I have often looked to see where he is at, and...
The pink moon, which is not pink
shines especially large tonight -
capturing your wonderful brightness,
support to the healing of loss and heart break.
Your way of loving all things beautiful,
in word, aesthetics, food, dogs, the hope for young people.
An understanding of compromise and...
Such a poignant day, especially with the sun shining when thinking of Helen's family and friends in their loss of her, and wishing that the sunlight of her grace and love shall give them comfort on all the anniversaries now and beyond.
Thank you all WS for sharing your messages today - a date...
Thinking over, and thanking friends for their lovely messages - it is impossible to leave Helen Bailey's WS pages. Each to their own way of responding, but my way has always to be emotionally connected.
I am not the detective Sleuth whom I admire so much and who gave me answers to so many...
Broadstairs - a place to narrow our commitments,
small home as an escape when you were ready.
Two years you said and i was waiting.
Wheeling in the car with tension until we breathe under the sky.
Two years, you said against that now.
The now taken in a whip sand.
A place in my heart created...
I guess there is no news yet on the investigation on Diane's death.
Feeling very conscious that it is such a short time away until 11th April, 2017 - and wondering what we shall do together in memory of the dark anniversary of Helen and Boris's death.
Beyond our love and condolence for family...
Loving the rose named 'faithful friend' and sad for you in your loss of your Cat, Florrie. I can't plant Lily of the Valley because of my dogs nibbling plants in the garden. But I am writing a poem about Broadstairs - inspired by Helen Bailey.
Darling - if I did nothing else worthwhile today - I am happy to know you feel a little better for my appreciation of YOU. We must always take care of ourselves, but be able to speak our thoughts along the way - and nobody must take this from another. Bless you and stay safe and lovely x
Thank you Sweet Cinnamon for your kind words when I was rather taken aback by Porkypies' response to my idea of writing a little booklet of loveliness in memory of Helen Bailey. I may have misunderstood her - but it seemed unnecessarily curt. Of course, I would NOT ever presume to include people...
Helen is certainly an inspiration. Thankfully, we are able to capture her beauty above/beyond the weeks of IS's trial. I know the Trial affected us - and there were many sleepless nights, thinking of Helen's family and friends - and IS's family - whilst we waited for the Jury and Judge to speak...
I shall continue to write my own words about Helen - and I am happy to hold them in a private space - or to share them, if choosing to do so.
I do understand what you are addressing, Cherwell - but we are all allowed some of our own magical connection during this whole story of our love of...
I was only doing a poetic aspect - and I shall write this from within my own feelings - but I do see your pov as a failing in me making it more global. x
I like fast cars - zipping around a map on my palm,
until new beginnings where I couldn't engage a gear.
losing my driving force, settling in loveliness -
settling in new beginnings of Snowdrops for a step forward into now -
lurking under the earth waiting in my pain - growing for me.
I want to make a little book of loveliness for Helen. If I can get this together, I wish to give all profit to Dachshund Rescue or Dog Trust.
I wish to focus on Helen's pleasures - flowers, ceramics, Emma Bridgewater, cups of tea, Merlot/Champagne.
London aspects of her pleasure.
I shall write...
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